Romans & histoires From Toxic Classmate

"And now I know who you are too. Thank you, Vienna." I nodded, heart full. "Always." We got back to our pastries in silence, the air thick with unspoken solidarity. After class, I spotted Laurent—the smug guy who’d made the racist comment—wrapping his arm around the pouty-faced girl who had thrown daggers at me with her eyes earlier. Of course. Those two were a couple. "Like attracts like, I guess," I muttered under my breath. Zanele leaned in conspiratorially. "You mean toxic attracts toxic?"

If he could, I would've had to worry about him wanting to take things further. I didn't need to wait too long. Mr. Quinton soon made his move. The first thing he did was spread a video of Tina bullying other students at school in a parent-teacher group chat. It had probably been recorded with a phone because the image was a little shaky, but it was still clear enough to show Tina's snobby face and actions. She spat a string of expletives and tore a classmate's homework like it meant nothing. She also pinched a classmate so hard that she left bruises. She even made another classmate bark like a dog.

The day we go to pick out our wedding rings, I show up half an hour late trying to save five dollars on the cab fare. By the time I arrive, my boyfriend Travis White and best friend Evelyn Moon have already picked out two rings. They're too busy talking and don't even notice me standing behind them. "This 20 thousand dollar ring is your birthday present. And this 800-dollar one is for Sadie." Evelyn playfully punches Travis's arm. "Stop it! You've already been pretending to be broke to test Sadie for three years. Isn't that enough? "If you dare treat my best friend badly after getting married, you'll have to answer to me!" Travis sighs. "I checked her bank balance last night. She's o

"Oh, you've caught me." "Hurry up and retract your complaint! I didn't expect you to do something like this, Natalie. She's your mother! Do you even have a heart? What do you think people will think of me, now that you've reported my friend to the authorities? Will anyone still want to have anything to do with me?" he barked. A leopard would never change its spots. Despite knowing his so-called friendships were useless, the obsession with getting into everyone's good books was etched in his bones. He still wanted to stand up for them, and the first thing he thought of was his relationship with others.

My classmate is the one whose name is Krissa whom I fought with earlier. Krissa stood up and slowly approached me with a plastered serious face. "I don't want a fight Krissa, I'm tired," I said with bored tone. "Who says I'm going to fight? I just want to meet and apologize." she held out her hand at the same time. "Karissa Krissa Dominggo, we're classmates, please forgive me earlier," she said. "Oh? Is this true? It would be okay if that was untrue," I joked. "It's true. I'm just scared of your fats." she joked back.

But she heard every word that her classmates uttered. “What a weirdo.” “Who is she?” “I can’t believe I failed to notice that we have a freaky classmate in this class.” “Shh. She might be a stalker. You don’t want to be stalked by her, right?” I am not a stalker. Cent felt the comforting hiss of the shadows as they patted her shoes. Smiling bitterly, Cent bit back her tears. They are right about two things, though. I am weird, and I am a freak.

After getting scolded by the female librarian, I packed my stuffs and hurriedly left. I did not want to be the topic of my school, this explains how toxic my school is. Once any of the pupils happens to get a video of any student being in a messy condition, they post it to the school's group chat and for the rest of the day, whoever is the victim, would end up bowing his or her head in shame. Most times the mockery could last for weeks, possibly it is likely to end in a month.

The day we were supposed to submit our college applications, the class representative, Kenneth Graves, used a marketing video to brainwash everyone. “Times have changed, my friends! The best AI models have predicted that, in the next three years, even Ivy League graduates will face a 100% jobless rate! “What’s the real trend right now? It’s Galaxy Technical College! Once you register for this college, you will be hired into top AI companies upon graduation. Your salary will start from a million dollars a year!” In the previous timeline, I had locked the computer system and tried my best to prove that the entire thing was a scam. I had forced these high-performing students to apply to Ivy

The sheer horror of that mental image was something she'd rather not witness. Wayne felt like his own teammate had just shoved him straight into a pit of doom. He turned while hissing, "What the hell are you saying?" His classmate mumbled, "You're the president of the breakdancing club. A spinning handstand while shitting shouldn't be that hard for you, right?" Wayne's entire face turned red. This wasn't about difficulty! If he actually did that, someone would definitely call the cops! "I support that." A voice came from the doorway. Theodore had been standing there for a while, observing the exchange. He strolled into the room and stopped beside Tobias.

It seemed they finished their schoolwork early and had cooked. “It’s fine, but there’s one groupmate who’s really annoying. She’s always on TikTok, dancing around, but never contributing to the thesis. So my groupmates and I left comments, and then she called us, asking why we were bullying her,” Jane continued while we ate. It was clear she was frustrated with her classmate. Well, I kind of expected it. I’ve been through college too, so I know stuff like that can happen. “How about you, Macoy? How was the quiz bee in the North?” I remembered he represented their school in a quiz bee that day. My brother’s pretty smart, but he’s so quiet, especially at home. Outside, he’s a different person.